I feel two halves of my heart 

being ripped apart. 

Between the person society wants me to be, 

and the person You died to see. 

I try to do it all on my own, 

everytime I end as merely an empty minded clone. 

I hit the same wall with the same blood shed on the floor, 

Only i can't tell--

is the blood mine or Yours? 

Lord, I don't wanna do this anymore. 

I want You to wash me, 

I want You to drown me. 

With endless waves, 

because it's hard to tell the difference between 

blood and water these days. 

Ontop the soft grained sand, 

I reach toward the ocean for a hand. 

Only my perception shows me the ocean's black, 

I then search for the crack -- 

between the ocean and sky, 

hidden from even my mind's eye. 

Suddenly, a gust of light shows what's deemed to be true. 

Even still, 

The ocean's an endless pit of black, 

and the sky is too.